My Life in a few words or less…

D-day

Delivery day is fast approaching. Today I am 37 weeks, which means that Big Mac is considered full term, which means that he could come anytime. Bejesus. I can’t help but feel unprepared… along with a bit’o nervous, anxious, fear. Excitement? Definitely excited that the pregnancy stage will be over soon. Sleeping has become increasingly difficult, as has sitting, and walking, and standing. Pretty much in a constant state of uncomfortableness. There is a beautiful window of about 30 seconds when I wake up in the morning (real waking up, not bathroom break waking up) and feel somewhat normal. Then I move, and it all comes back to me. Grunting as I try to turn over and hoist myself out of bed. So yes, I am quite excited for that to end.

It is not uncommon for us to be afraid of the unknown, and I’m feeling like no matter how prepared we are, no matter how many books we read, youtube videos we watch, lists we make, items we buy, take all the advice from anyone who will give it, you can’t really be prepared for the arrival of a baby. There is no way to predict what will happen, or how hubby and I will react to our new addition. We can only try our best and keep our fingers crossed that it all goes smoothly. If he comes tomorrow, great. Although, hubby is going to have to work fast to get the car seat installed.

The next few weeks are going to feel somewhat surreal – I am torn between wanting it to go quickly and just get it over with, to wanting them to drag on forever. No matter what I want, one thing is for certain, Big Mac is coming. And as I sit here watching him jump around inside of me, dare I say that it actually brings a smile to my face that we will get to meet him soon.